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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.