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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.