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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.