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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.