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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.