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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Television,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.