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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Crime,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.