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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.