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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.