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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.