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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.