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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.