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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.