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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.