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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.