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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.