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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.