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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.