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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.