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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.