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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.