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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.