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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.