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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.