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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Kayak,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.