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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.