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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Qualms,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.