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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
John Holt,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.