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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.