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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.