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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Gong,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.