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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.