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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.