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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
10cc,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
CMW,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
DNA,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.