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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Japan,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.