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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.