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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.