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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.