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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.