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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.