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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.