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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.