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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.