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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.