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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.