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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Television,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.