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 Syria 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.