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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
MC5,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.