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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Fear,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.