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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.