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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.