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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Television,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.