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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
The Names,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.