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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.