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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.