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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.