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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.