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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.