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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Tom Boy 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani 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 funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.