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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Sparks,
Television,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Index,
ABC,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.