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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.