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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.