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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.