Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.