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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.