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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.