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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.