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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.