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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.