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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.