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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Inner City 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.