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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.