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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.