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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.