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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.