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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.