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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
ABC,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.