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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.