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 Finland 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Slave,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.