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 Chile and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.