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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
The Residents,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.