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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.