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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.