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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.