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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.