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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.