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 Qatar and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Scion,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.