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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.