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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.