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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
The Index,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.