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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.