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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.