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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.