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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.