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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.