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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.