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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
UT,
Scion,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.