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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.