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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.