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 Vanuatu 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.