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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.