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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.