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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.