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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.