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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.