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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.