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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.