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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.