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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.