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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.