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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.