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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.