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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Popol Vuh 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.