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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Martian,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.