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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.