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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Excepter,
Gong,
Cameo,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.