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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.