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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.