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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.