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 Angola 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.