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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.