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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.