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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.