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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.