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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.