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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.