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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.