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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.