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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.