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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.