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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.