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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.