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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
PIL,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.