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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.