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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.