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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.