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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.