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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Brick,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.