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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.