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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.