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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.