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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.