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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.