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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.