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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.