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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Names,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.