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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Can,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.