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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.