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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Qualms,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.