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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.