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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.