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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.