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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.