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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.