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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.