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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.