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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.