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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.