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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.