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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.