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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.