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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.