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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.