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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.