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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.