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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.