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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.