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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.