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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
DNA,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.