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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.