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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.