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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.