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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.