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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Index,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.