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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.