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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.