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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Little Man 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.