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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.