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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.