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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.