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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.