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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.