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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.