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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Stooges to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
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.