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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.