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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.