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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.