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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.