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 Israel 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.