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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.