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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.