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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Mars,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.