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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.