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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
JFA,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.