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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.