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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.