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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.