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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.