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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.