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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.