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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.