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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.