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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Television to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.