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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.