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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Monks,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.