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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.