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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
cv313,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.