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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.