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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Gories 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 dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Scion,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.