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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.