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 India and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Index,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.