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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.