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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.