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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.