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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.