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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
The Index,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.