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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.