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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.