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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.