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 France 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.