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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Inner City,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.