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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.