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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.