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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Brick,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.