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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.