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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.