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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.