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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.