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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Index,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.