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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.