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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.