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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.