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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.