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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.