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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.