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 Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.