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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.