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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.