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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.