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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Television,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.