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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monks to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.