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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.