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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.