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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.