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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.