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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.