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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.