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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.