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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Technova,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.