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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Television,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.