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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.