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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.