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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Chrome,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.