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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.