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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
AZ,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.