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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.