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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.