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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Art of Noise 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Kayak,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.