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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.