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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.