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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.