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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Index,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.