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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.