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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fat Boys 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.