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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.