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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.