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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.