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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.