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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.