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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.