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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.