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 Antigua and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.