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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.