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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.