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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.