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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 sitar 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.