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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.