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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Can,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.