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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.