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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.