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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Ituana,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.