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 Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The Index,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.