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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.