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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.