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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.