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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.