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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Gong,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.