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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
the Association,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.