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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.