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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.