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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.