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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Suicide,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.