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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.