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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.