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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.