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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.