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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.