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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.