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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.