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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.