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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.