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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Can,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.