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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.