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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Fear,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.