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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.