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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.