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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 the Human League to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.