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 India and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Brick,
Pylon,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.