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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.