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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Organ,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.