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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.