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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.