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 Namibia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.