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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.