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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.