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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.