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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.