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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.