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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
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Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.