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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.