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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.