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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.