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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.