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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.