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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.