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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.