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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.