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 Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Index,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.