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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.