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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.