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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.