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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.