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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.