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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.