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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.