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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.