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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.