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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.