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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.