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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.