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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.