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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Scion,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.