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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.