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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.