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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.