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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Wire,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.