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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.