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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
the Association,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.