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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Index,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.