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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
UT,
the Swans,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.