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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 The Names to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.