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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.