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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.