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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.