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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
UT,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.