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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.