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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Japan to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.