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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.