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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.