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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.