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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
UT,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.