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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.