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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
The Names,
Wings,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.