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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.