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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.