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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.