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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.