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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.