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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.