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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Technova,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.