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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.