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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Franke,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.