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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.