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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Monks,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.