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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.