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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.