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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.