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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.