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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Index,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.