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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.