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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.