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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.