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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Can,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.