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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.