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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.