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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.