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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.