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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.