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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Ohio Players 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
CMW,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.