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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.