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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.