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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.