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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.