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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.