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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Lyres,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
10cc,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.