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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.