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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.