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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.