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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.