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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Technova,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.