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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.