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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
the Germs,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.