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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.