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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.