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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 Milan and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.