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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Slave,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.