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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.