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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.