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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.