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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.