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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.