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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.