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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.