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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
10cc,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.