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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Pole,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.