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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.