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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Ten City,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.