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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.