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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.