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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.