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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.