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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.