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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.