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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.