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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.