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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Fear,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.