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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.