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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.