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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.