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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.