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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.