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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.