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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.