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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.