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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Hashim 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.