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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Organ to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.