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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.