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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
CMW,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.