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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Visage,
AZ,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.