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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.