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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.