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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.