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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.