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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.