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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.