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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.