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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.