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 Estonia and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Magma,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.