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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.