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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
cv313,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.