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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.