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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.