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 Malta 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.