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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.