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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.