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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.