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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.