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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.