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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.