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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.