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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.