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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.