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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
AZ,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.