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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Swans,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.