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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 UT 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Section 25,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Slave,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.