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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Saints to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.