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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.