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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.