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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Q65,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.