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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.