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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.