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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.