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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.