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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.