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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.