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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle 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.