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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Television,
Yazoo,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.