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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.