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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Skaos,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.