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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.