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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.