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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.