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 Iran and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.