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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 China Crisis 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Index,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.