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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Japan,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.