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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.