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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gong to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.