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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.