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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Kayak,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.