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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Ludus,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.