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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.