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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Cymande,
Fear,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.