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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Tomorrow 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.