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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Liliput,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.