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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.