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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Index,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.