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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.