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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.