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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.