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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Fear,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.