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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.