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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.