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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.