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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Q65,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.