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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.