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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Japan,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.