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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Index,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.