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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
cv313,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.