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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.