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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.