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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.