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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.